Ethics as cultural phenomenon;
take a nation reeling from war... abroad,
haunting the shores of foreign lands with ghosts,
inhospitable to the foreign-born
castaways of battlefields and corpses,
simply seeking a place to stay, to live.
"Ask not what your country can do for you..."
so I found myself smelling Wonder Bread
Cut perfectly in pre-sliced bags, as guests
until we became citizens, the shoe
left to drop at any moment causes
the suspicion of guilt and shame to shove
unwary children aside as neglected
residents unwelcome and unwanted;
as newcomers in Kew Gardens, New York
little could I have known the world acted
Particularly hostile to accents;
hungry for attention, I acted out,
ever aware of my need to be seen;
never did I know my actions haunted
ordinary events, a blood red yolk
mixed in with a dozen was no bad seed;
even though mistakes were made, to accept
normal people acted abnormal, shout
over and above the heads in a crowd,
no one knew how I felt without my crown.
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